Losing things on holidays

There's something profoundly upsetting about losing things on holidays. Realising you left something in a hotel room hundreds of kilometres later feels more depressing than not knowing where you left it. All hope of getting it back is gone.

A dear friend gave me a shower cap for my birthday a few years ago. Retro patterned waterproofed cotton, from a shop near where I worked, it had become one of my most treasured possessions.

I'm sad that I abandoned my treasured shower companion with such thoughtlessness, especially as it's come with me across houses, then continents and throughout my travels.

I can easily get another, but that smells of betrayal.

I at least hope the hotel staff had an admiring last look at it as they took it off the bathroom hook before they tossed it away.